It wasn’t much of a trial, if you could even call it that. Dorothy was taken to the town square and accused of being a witch. The matrons wanted her gone because they were afraid she would corrupt their menfolk, and were thus the loudest in proclaiming her guilt.
In the end she was summarily convicted of being a witch by the council and was sentenced to be drowned posthaste. The matrons rushed forward and ripped her garment to shreds, exposing her nudity as they called her names. The guys got quite an eyeful before they were shooed away by the cackling hens.
Her arms were tied behind her back and her legs were secured at the ankles. Then Brutus was sent for as he was the one who usually handled these things. He arrived with his cart, hoisted her onto the back and then hauled her out of the village.
She was taken to the large pond several miles out of town. Brutus pulled his cart up to the stone bridge where he planned on disposing of her. Then he went around back to fetch the condemned lass.
He sat her upright, admiring the doomed woman. She protested her innocence. “I’m not a witch and you know it.”
“I’m not the one to appeal your sentence,” he told her gruffly.
He grabbed her and started to pull her out of the cart. “But I’m not a witch, I tell you! Those birds are afraid I’ll corrupt their husbands!”
“As I’m sure you would,” he replied with a smile.
He stood her up on the cobblestone path and turned her around. He bent her over the back of the cart. Then he removed his tunic before opening his fly.
“What are you doing?” she called out anxiously.
“Taking my pay from the condemned, you witch.” Then she gasped as he thrust into her.
She felt a warmth blossom within her as he thrust in and out. It was embarrassing being taken like this where anyone could ride by and see them. But perhaps she’d best enjoy it, being as how it was liable to be the last time she ever felt a man’s hard member deep inside her.
“Arrrrgh!” he gasped as he thrust harder. “You are indeed a witch! You have vexed me with your bosoms and your womanhood!”
She panted for breath as he thrust harder and faster. It felt wonderful… shamefully wonderful. She could feel it welling up inside her, that release she usually experienced whenever a man was thrusting into her being.
He roared his release a she felt the warmth of his seed inside her. She was almost there when he pulled out. She wanted to cry out, “NO; NOT YET!” But it was too late.
He pulled out and tucked his manhood back inside the flap to his trousers. Then he picked her up and carried her over to the side of the bridge. Dorothy gasped in alarm as his seed trickled out of her womanhood down her inner thighs.
He stood her on the edge of the bridge. She gasped as she balanced unsteadily, perched precariously as she faced him. She was still regretting not being allowed to enjoy that last release. But now she felt an even bigger one approaching.
“Well, witch. This is where we part ways.”
“But I tell you I’m not a witch!”
“What concern is it of mine? You’ve been found guilty by the town council.”
“The town council is influenced by your ladyfolk! They are not men; they are boys ruled by their cocks!”
“It is not my place to decide such matters. Now you must die, witch.”
“No! Please! You can have me every day if you would spare my life!”
“I would if I was much bolder. But alas, I am not.” Then he pushed her in her chest.
She screamed as she went over backward off the bridge. That is when she finally achieved that release she craved, although it came with no man’s member inside her. He stepped forward to watch her descent.
She plummeted backward into the water below, hitting with a large splash. The pond was cold, causing her to gasp sharply. Dorothy reflexively inhaled water as she sank to the bottom.
She started thrashing about, painfully sucking water as she started to drown. She looked up to see Brutus looking down on her. Apparently he was watching to make sure the deed was done and that she did not slip her bonds and rise to the surface.
Dorothy glubbed bubbles as a pain blossomed in her chest. It was an agonizing ache, one that could not be diminished. She thrashed about as she settled upon the bottom of the pond, her nipples hard and her crotch spewing her arousal.
She shuddered hard before all movement ceased. She stared upward in shock, her mouth gaping open. A few stray bubbles escaped her flooded lungs to scurry to the surface.
Brutus looked down to see the witch was not moving. He could no longer see any bubbles coming up to the surface. Didn’t that mean they were not a witch if they drowned? He decided it was none of his concern.
He walked back to his cart and climbed on. He slapped the horse’s back with the reins, setting the beast to moving. But he could not help thinking about the witch at the bottom of the pond.
It was a damned shame. She had pleasured him well. It was too bad she had to be drowned like that…
© 2017 (written for Dorothy Apr 16 ’17 by riwa)
(Renders found by Dorothy and used for illustration purposes.)